Jiang Xiaobai was really not bragging, he really saw some clues. All this seemed to be traceless, but in fact, it seemed to be related to his state of mind.
The more confused and fearful the mind is, the more unpredictable the surrounding scenery becomes.
Jiang Xiaobai found a place in the mountains, sat cross-legged on a boulder, then placed the Dark Iron Heavy Sword across his knees and closed his eyes slightly.
At the same time, he unfolded the mountains and rivers of his artistic conception and began to visualize them.
The next moment, the surrounding scenery slowly stopped and gradually returned to stillness.
Jiang Xiaobai was wandering around the mountains and rivers of his artistic conception. At this moment, the various objects in the mountains and rivers of his artistic conception were filled with rays of light and were nourished by a mysterious power.
However, a very strange feeling permeated Jiang Xiaobai's heart. The world in which these artifacts evolved each performed their own duties, but he always felt that something was missing.
what is it then?
He was also a little confused for a moment.
He cast his eyes on the Three Life Stones, and saw that there was a colorful light in the sky above the world where the Three Life Stones evolved, connected to the broken bowl.
The broken bowl is connected to the incense burner, and the incense burner is connected to the Book of Life and Death.
The black flag was guarding the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there was a piece of golden scripture, which evolved into a temple.
Jiang Xiaobai suddenly turned his eyes to the main hall evolved from the Book of Life and Death. Suddenly, an idea flashed through him, and he knew what was missing.
The seal of the King of Hell is missing.
It is also the most important thing.
The next moment, Jiang Xiaobai put the King of Hell's Seal into the mountains and rivers. In an instant, he saw the sky full of rays of light, covering the entire artistic conception of the mountains and rivers.
Moreover, Jiang Xiaobai clearly felt the pain of his body being squeezed, and he felt that his soul was trembling.
Dare not open my eyes.
He was afraid that this light would blind him.
nor
After an unknown period of time, the world in this artistic conception of mountains and rivers began to undergo some strange changes.
He seems to be watching the rise and fall of the world.
It seems to be watching the changes in the world.
It seems to be experiencing a change in the world.
Mysterious yet mysterious.
Suddenly, all the light disappeared in an instant, and Jiang Xiaobai seemed to have fallen into boundless darkness.
He wanted to open his eyes.
But he felt as if his body was being crushed by a huge mountain, unable to even perform the most basic contraction.
There was dead silence all around.
He felt like he was sleeping and floating in an endless vacuum.
It seems like it has truly fallen into eternal silence.
Time passed minute by minute, but Jiang Xiaobai felt as if time had no end, and he seemed to be forgotten by the whole world.
His heart became quiet at first and finally, then gradually became hesitant and panicked, and then began to struggle violently.
However, everything is in vain.
No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free from the shackles of endless darkness.
Boring, boring.
Waiting and waiting, time is passing, but I can't move at all.
"Why is it always me who gets fucked? I'm so fucking speechless."
Jiang Xiaobai was heartbroken.
Bored.
He felt everything around him with his heart, but there was still silence all around. He began to try to sleep, but to his even more dismay, he found that he couldn't sleep at all.
"Is this putting me in a dark room?" Jiang Xiaobai was anxious, but it didn't help.
"Forget it, just practice Kung Fu out of boredom!"
He tried to run the "Sutra of Nirvana" and carefully studied the Ultimate Flesh Chapter and the Technique Chapter. What surprised him was that the content was obviously the same, but every time he reviewed it, he seemed to have new insights.
"Forget it,
Since he is immortal, God must have other plans! "
When Jiang Xiaobai thought this way, he started practicing.
He had plenty of time at the moment and was not in a hurry. He carefully studied the Sutra of Nirvana and recalled the contents of his senior brother's Sword Sutra.
Endless deep space.
A figure lying in the darkness was slowly covered by some white particles, and finally turned into a huge cocoon.
Jiang Xiaobai didn't know.
He didn't know how long he had stayed in this endless darkness, from the initial hesitation, helplessness, and confusion. Fear, struggle, finally failed.
Can't sleep, can't wake up.
The only thing to pass the time was to practice. He didn't even know how much spiritual power he had refined and how much mana he had developed.
He almost vomited the technique after practicing it himself, and it seemed to have become instinctive. The small technique in the technique chapter had been practiced in his heart for a long time, but at this moment, his body could not move and he could not verify it.
Finally, he felt a little sleepy.
He was overjoyed and tried his best to let go of himself and put himself in a state of no thought.
In the darkness, his consciousness finally fell asleep.
A huge cocoon floated in the darkness, without direction, drifting with the current, and it had been floating for an unknown number of years. The cocoon suddenly cracked, and then, Jiang Xiaobai fell at an extremely fast speed without any consciousness at all.
There is a ray of light.
It was like a guide, pulling the body into the beam of light.
…
It’s misty rain time again in the south of the Yangtze River.
A mountain is like a giant dragon crawling in the world. This is the famous Wolong Mountain nearby.
Wolong Mountain seems to have suffered a sudden heavy rain ten years ago, which washed away all the nearby mountains and caused serious landslides.
I don’t know why, but they condensed into this Wolong Mountain.
A group of hikers, about a dozen of them, all dressed in powerful attire and holding large swords, walked on the rugged mountain road.
The leader was an old man with gray hair and bright eyes. He was holding a hiking pole and stopped when he climbed over a mountainside.
"Rest where you are." The old man directed the team to stop, and then he climbed up a hill not too far away and looked into the distance.
Not long after, a man in his thirties came over. He walked up to the old man and said softly: "Mr. Li, you don't actually have to make this trip yourself. We hikers, what the hell?" I have never seen the wind and waves, and this Wolong Mountain is just a legend after all."
The old man didn't answer.
At this moment, it was misty and rainy, the road was muddy, and the wind was blowing, giving it a slight chill.
"Notify everyone that the mountain road is difficult to walk. We must climb over Wolong Mountain before dark."
When the old man said this, his eyes suddenly turned to the group of hikers. The only two young people who were not in his own group were both dressed as scholars and behaved elegantly.
The old man frowned slightly.
"Have these two young men found any clues?" the old man asked with a frown.
"They said he was a scholar from Cangzhou City who came to Beijing to take the exam." The man replied.
"For scholars who come to Beijing to take the exam, the package will be so long. It may contain not books but swords!" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly.
The man was startled and whispered: "I'm telling everyone to be on guard!"
The old man shook his head slightly, and said with some inexplicable self-deprecation: "Don't worry, they don't mean any harm, don't you see?"
The yellow and white thing that came to us as a hiker is probably because of the weird things in the mountains. "
"You mean, they are..." The man kept silent, somewhat secretive.
"Yes, they should be from the mountains, but I don't know which mountain they are from?"
The old man lowered his head and whispered.
"Xiaoyao Mountain? Longhu Mountain? Zhenwu Mountain? Or Minshan Mountain, or Maoshan Mountain?"
